Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.